Alchemisland

I am soon-quartered Chinese Gordon

With mandarin jacket, gore-wet sword

Impatient to avoid taint by glory’s oil

In a Mahdi-cordoned Sudan.

No more madding stalling orders. No more you can’t.

Slow, pleasant tortures. Fugues; fumes; blue plants.

Nude snaps. Two caps. Mute laughs.

Two that yet haven’t, haven’t yet.

Set inhabits my body. Amulet red;

Cherry eyes pigeon’s blood ruby like,

Roomy weed-rheumy sighters, looking twice

Rubbing my eyes wine like there’s dust inside.

I am touched inside. There’s something mine.

Wasted every second of my stubborn life prying apart pages

Book I’d rather fucking die before imbibing its ending stages.

Huffed, puffed, blew my house down so we could dance in the dust.

Don’t back down tasting unsating blood.

You’re not the type so bite down, fight

Back; bite; snap. Enough’s enough

Enough’s never enough. Ruffs. Roughly. Cuffs. Cups. Links. Scuffs. Cufflinks.

Nothing muffling your thundery rumblings. You thrum hively, and subtly.